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"JIM" GILLETTFRONTIERSMAN - COWBOY - TEXAS fANJUE2CITY MARSHAL OF EL PASOTHE rangers' camp was on the North Llano-half a dozen tents housTingN. 0. Reynolds' "E" Company of the Frontier Battalion. Itwas nearing mid-January and the month, in this year of '78, was acold one. But Reynolds' powerful six feet were evidently too heated byinner fires to let him heed Kimble County frost."By George, seh!" he was protesting to First Sergeant Nevill. "I'mdamned if I see how four crack rangers-out of 'E' Company, too!couldlet that dam' Dick Dublin ride right over 'em, then lope off!"He tugged furiously at his blond mustache. Picked men only werein "E" Company, given to Reynolds the previous September to gatherin the assorted criminals who had been making Kimble County theirrefuge, finding security in its tangled wildernesses of pecan, cedarand mesquite. Dell Dublin, Dick's brother and, like him, a murderer,had been taken a few days before, but Dick defied the rangers.Sergeant Nevill had just returned from recovery of some stolenSan Angelo cattle. Dick Dublin, riding unsuspectingly down uponNevill's detachment, had jumped his horse into a cedar-brake and gotclean away. It was a really miraculous escape."Send me Corporal Gillett!" cried Reynolds impatiently.Presently, up to Reynolds' tent came a lithe ranger of twenty-one,walking awkwardly in high-heeled punchers' boots. Jim Gillett hadbeen a ranger for more than thirty months and before enlistment hehad punched cows in Kimble and Menard Counties. Reynolds-withwhom he had served when both were privates-knew him for a rangerfearless, dependable, educated, above the average."Jim," grunted Reynolds, "I want you to take a scout and see ifyou can't light a fire under Dick Dublin. You know hiim and if anybodycan put the cuffs on him, you can.""Any particular instructions?" Gillett's tone was properly expressionless.

"Nary one! You know this country better than I ever will and Irely on your judgment as I would on mine. If you run into him-putsalt on his tail!"THE seven-man "scout" was in the saddle at dawn, a couple of littleT bronco mules trailing with camp-gear. The two Banisters, Johnand Will, had punched cattle with Gillett when all were in their'teens. Now they pushed up alongside the corporal, after a half-mileof jogging, to inquire the purpose of the scout. Will Banister whistledliquidly at the reply, pushed back his Stetson and grinned."Dick, he's tellin' folks how he aims to quirt me an' you an' John,soon's he sees us. I reckon he figgers we ain't growed none since heknowed us."Gillett was heading for the Potter Ranch on Pack Saddle Creek.Old Man Potter and his two grown sons were old friends of the Dublinclan. Moving with the skill of much experience, the rangers performedthat evolution termed expressively "rounding up the ranch".But when they closed in from four sides upon the one-room cabin, itwas empty.The next possibility was an old stock-pen far beyond any settlement.But this, too, was a blank. They turned back, having been outtwo days, heading for Potters' again. They were within a mile of itby sundown of the fourth day out. At Gillett's order, they swun)gdown and each man unsaddled his horse. John Banister and DaveLigon remained with the animals, while Gillett, with WVill Banister,Tom Gillespie and Ben Carter, slipped toward the house.RODEO CLOTHES ARE ALSO "FAMOUS IN THE WEST"